she finds a loose plank in the floor
Ric on April 13, 2010 in Austin Poetry, Death, Dreams, Environment, Modern Poetry, Psychology, Texas Poetry, mythopoetics, poetry No Comments »pulling dandelions:
some come up
easy; others
break off
where
the stem
becomes root
or the dry
tawny-colored
skin of an onion,
lilies, a garlic bulb,
grubs—curled seeds
waiting to devour
white light
prophetic dreams
spill from chum buckets
swung by a boy-child
walking down
a dream lane
singing
gah gah gah
wheat chaff wheat chaff
Margaret told him not to be sad
to understand that the prolific nature
of life means that death is terribly common
nests destroyed nestlings pushed out by bigger
birds there are fire ants & snakes, cats, dogs
cruel boys smashing things with stones
or how she does not want to write it off &
how he does not want to pull the trigger
or how she does not want to hear it
& how he does not want to be
the black stone in her mouth
how the air is fatal to fish
how she drowns it out
a girl to his right
waits for him
to pull
again
his name
is not
hers
© 2010 Richard Lance Williams April 13 she finds a loose plank in the floor
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